I got your little Note last night; I now send back the Poor-rate Paper,1 and will request you to be so good as pay it for me,—and be hanged to it! One is never done with “Pay, Pay!” I will settle
everything at my return.— Jenny's money was left with her in the shape of a Bank checque payable at the due time; which I
think is already past.2

We did not go to The Grange at all; the figure of our party, always fluctuating, had already arranged itself otherwise before
the Ashburtons went away. The old man too is not well either in health or spirits; considerably agitated by the late figure
of Peel's proceedings: it was settled at last that we were not to go on this occasion. I went one day with Mr Baring to Winchester;
roved about there in bitter wind-cold, some four hours; saw the School3 &c and then returned, a very wearied man. Indigestion and want of sleep have decided to continue constant with me while here.
I think of going over, some day, to Ryde,4 which lies hourly in my view by day and by night: that I fancy may include all my travelling till the home-journey come.
Except for want of sleep, no quarters could be pleasanter than these: but it is a great “exception!”— Dr Richardson was here waiting
that day I returned from Winchester: he is a great favourite with Jane and me, and with all the rest here. […5 It is questionable whether] Lord Johnny6 accepts the Ministry at all: my own notion all this while is that perhaps Peel will himself come back again, and do it all
his own way. I shall be rather glad,—rather; not overjoyed or enchanted at all: the controversy seems to me but a very sorry one, if we consider
everything.

None but the Lady herself is here at present: we three have the House all to ourselves. Today probably, tomorrow certainly
and still farther next day, accessions, changes are expected: Baring, Buller, Lord Grey,7—or I